Hearing someone calling his name, Zhang Yang turned his head to take a look. As soon as he saw the person's face, Zhang Yang's lips curled into a smile.
The one greeting Zhang Yang from afar was none other than Wei Song, whose hand was still in the recovery phase.
"Brother Song, how's the recovery going? Here to watch? Or did you sign up?" Zhang Yang asked enthusiastically.
"I signed up, came with friends! Played a few rounds at our local small pits, feel like the impact is manageable! This isn't a car grand prix, plus there's national competition points, so I came! Trying my luck!"
While speaking, Wei Song made a few fist-gripping gestures in front, and it seemed that his movements were quite powerful, not like someone whose hand function was impaired.
"Come, let's shake hands and see how the strength is recovering!" Zhang Yang extended his right hand, directly grasping the other's right hand.
